In the Beginning

All stories begin with a once upon a time, a simple beginning with a simple character.  Its happy, simple, quaint. Then there is the plot, an evil character, an escape and the happy, cheerful, adorable, young character learns a lesson, or moves up the corporate ladder. More often than not moving from a lowly place such as a waitress to a princess position. No one in these happy fairy tales actually face any hardships, or actual real danger. There was a fairy godmother, magic wishes or a pot sheer luck. Then the story would wrap up with a simple the end, or they all lived happily ever after kind of happy, makes you feel good kind of ending. You walk away with a moral, a lesson, or knowing that you just spent the time reading a worthwhile story. There was a beginning, a middle with a lesson and and end.

In this story, if no one has realized it, there is no happy go lucky child who learns her lesson with the help of her fairy grandmother. There is no moving up the corporate ladder from wench to princess in a matter of days.  There is no escape for these characters.  Instead we have normal real people who are dealing with a ruthless unseen monster that lives in thier own backyard. A menaching danger to all who are hiding any thing from anyone. This monster hunts out those who have a secret to tell and forces the secret out, or others within the secret suffer. There is no lesson, no proof of manliness, no magic wishes to make everything how it was.

Instead all these people have is luck, pure luck and love. There always has to be love. With this combination real life can happen, and dangers can be passed.  With this bond any drama, dangerous situation, or trouble that life may present, it can be solved, peole can be rescued and the danger will pass. 

Here we have luck and love, but will it be strong enough to prevail against this danger?

24 Hours

Theres never enough time within the day

As the old fashioned rhyme does say
As a people we must move move move
Eventually agrueing there is a groove
On the floor from where we pace
And often time against the clock we race
What time is it is what we ask
Then when answered we run very fast
Meetings seem always on the run
Never pencil in time for any fun
Always late never on time
Tardiness is marked as a crime
Was there ever a world that was not so coiled
At a time when people could have leisurely toiled?

Opinionated

Snide comments loaded sarcasm

ignore questions lots of spasms

Online always right

wondering why theres a fight

Abuse the parents

Oh thats not what I meants

Light on lights off

Sanitize when theres a cough

Homework constant never a good time

Wonder why I sing in rhymes

Tastes are wrong

Won’t be friends for long

Never laughs never smiles

Quite easily riles

Always assumes never knows

constantly with me has rows

Flowers are dead

Theres too much food

You lost the weight now stop being rude

Its a show it is very funny

 Cut it out your nose isn’t runny

There is corruption there is war

You are opinionated to the core

He broke your heart let in another

Stop yelling at your mother

Its too hot Its too cold

I’ll say again you’re going to mold

 Be quiet I’m trying to speak

By the way your side of the room stinks

I’m off the map

 I’m short as well

 But how can you tell

You have too high an ego

Now all you gotta do is take it below

Break it down leave it be

I’m hurt alot cant you see

No you cant its “me me me”

I’m leaving early and you can pay that fee

Not Alone

When you’re alone    
You can hear your heart beat
When it’s just you
You can hear the wind talking
As a loner
You can hear the grass growing
When you’re solitary
You can hear the stars singing
When you are isolated
You can hear God speaking to you
And you know how wonderful a sound that is

Marriage

Its crocadile tears whenever you leave
Whispered phone calls within the closet
The faintest rumor of definite demise
Friends know and the family does too
The ring is in the ash tray
A note left on the table
Family know where the hotel is
Friends are already there
Theres no way to turn back time
Maybe its time to accept
That our engagement is over

Green

The color of the sky before the storm
When Spring washes over the Earth
Natural plumage of a mating bird
Stirring sea foam after the hurricane
Lasting stem when the flower is gone
Leaves of grass beneath your toes
Cacti in the desert standing strong
Pine tree deep in the woods
Envious of the gorgeous day
And being unable to share it with you

Gotchya

Artificial light streams into the room Synthetic fibers embrace my skin Electric wind spins around the room Fake wood surrounds the window Natural flavors in unnatural consumables Plastic flowers in a plastic vase Fake hair on real heads Metal bones replace real bones Where did the time go when Bones were set naturally Hair was gone so hats replaced Flowers were given then planted Food was made with herbs and spices Houses were made with trees rocks and mud The wind blew outside not inside Animals provided our clothes And the sun was our best source of light